But the grate subject that has occupied the attenshin of all of us for two weeks past, has ben the grand forrard movement. Linkin improves mitey fast in military nollige, and is eenamost reddy to graduate from a Kernel into a Ginneral. Wal, as I was sayin", we"ve been as bizzy as bees in gittin things reddy for a start. Ef Stantin and Ginneral McClellin, and the Kernal and me didn"t work hard at stratygims, then thar aint any such word in the d.i.c.kshinnery. We had charts, and maps, and diaphragms, and k.u.mpa.s.ses to measure the distances with, and all sorts of queer looking instruments that I can"t remember the name of.
But Ginneral McClellin knew all about "em, I tell you. He could tell how fur it wus from one place to tother on the map, jest as easy as if he"d been over the ground and measured it with a ten foot pole. Wal, wen he"d tell the distense from one place to tother, the Kernel would put it down on a piece of paper so as to see jest how fur the grand army would have to travil afore they got to Richmond. Wal, bime by Linkin had got a string of figers which kivered a hull page of writin paper, and then he undertook to ad "em up. It warn"t long, however, before he got things so mixed up that he couldn"t tell hed from tale.
Finally he turned to me and ses he, "Majer, can"t you help me out of this sc.r.a.pe?" I told him I would ef he would only send for a slate, but that I couldn"t figer on paper, that I larned to sifer on a slate, and that it allers c.u.m terribel onhandy for me to figer in enny uther stile. So he called that feller in purty bad clothes, and told him to get a slate. Wen it c.u.m I went to work, and tho" my hand aint ben in the business much sense I sifered up the ackounts for Ginneral Jackson in Squire Biddle"s bank, yet I soon stratened matters out, and Linkin was dredful tickeled at it. He sed "Apostle Paul couldn"t beet it himself." I forgot to tell you that the Kernel calls Ginneral McClellin his Apostle Paul, so you needn"t believe enny of the stories in the Abolishin papers about the Kernel and Ginneral McClellin being at logger-heds. Even General Jackson and Mr. Van Buren were never better friends than Linkin and McClellin. Wal, to make a long story short, we got every thing all settled, tho" it took the last night till eenamost mornin before we got thru. I had bent over the tabil so long, lookin at the diaphragms, that I had a st.i.tch in my back, and Linkin was bent eenamost dubil.
After it was all over with and every thing had been decided on, ses Linkin, ses he, "Majer, don"t you think that that is a capytal stratygim?" Ses I, "Yes, Kernel, that is jest about as nigh rite as you kin get it; but," ses I, "there"s one thing you ain"t provided for."
Ses he, "What"s that?" "Wal," ses I, "for a fire in the rear!" "Wal,"
ses Linkin, "now the Majer is gettin off a joke on us, for thar ain"t no chance for a fire in the rear, except it comes from John Bull, and ain"t Seward spiked his guns?" "Now," ses I, "Kernel, you ain"t as old as I am; ef you was you would see jest what I mean." Ses I, "Don"t you know that the Aboleshin papers hate Ginneral McClellan as bad as they do Jeff Davis, and jest as soon as the grand army begins to move they"ll expose all his plans, and the rebils will have em all in Richmund in time to defeat em?" "Wal, that is a fact," ses Linkin, "I never thought of that; but they will as sure as preachen do jest what the Majer ses; but what kin we do?" "Wal," ses I, "I"ll tell you what to do. Jest let Secketary Stantin issu an order stopping all war news, and put every Aboleshin editer that dares to disobey it into Fort La Fayette. Giv em a dose of their own fisic, and see how they"ll like it."
When Linkin heard that he jumped rite up, and ses he, "that is jest the checker. These Aboleshinests have bin as much trubble to me as the secesh, and I don"t know but a leetle more. I spect I"ll have to hang a few on em yet before I can git a settled peece."
Then Linkin asked Secketary Stantin what he thought of my idee, and he sed it was jest what was needed, and so Linkin told him to draw up the order and put it thru strong. Wal, so you see how the "Youkase," as sum of our York editors call it, c.u.m to be issued. I see sum of em growled and snarled over it like mad dogs, but it warn"t no use. They know now how it feels to be put under the thum screws. So ef you can git the news, jest keep quiet a leetle while and you"ll hear music.
There ain"t much else that"s new here jest now. But tother day there was a feller c.u.m on here from York to see Linkin about what should be done for the n.i.g.g.e.rs at Port Royal. He asked Linkin what could be done?
"Wal," ses Linkin, "I spose you"ve heerd the story about a feller who won an elephant at a raffle, and after he got him didn"t know what to do with him? Wal, so it is with the n.i.g.g.e.rs we"ve got. There they are, but ef any live man kin tell what to do with em, I"de like to hear him.
They eat more than the sojers, are lazy, and cost more than they c.u.m to, jest like the old Injin"s dog."
Then this feller, who seemed to be a spirital chap, something like a dominy, put on a long face, and sed how these culered peepal were our bretheren in the Lord, and that they had been brought up as hethens, hed never been taught reedin, or ritin, or rithmetic, but ground down to the arth with chains and slavery. He said he felt deeply for "em, and that his conshence wouldn"t let him rest day nor nite, but he was willin" tu devote his dazs tu preachin" the Gospel tu "em, &c., &c., but the cute feller wound up by axing Linkin wether he wouldn"t reckermend Congress tu approprate sum money for the good of these poor creturs. Wen he sed that I seen rite thru" him, and I give Linkin the wink. So he put him off by sayin" he would think it over. Wen he went away I told Linkin jest what I thought of him. How that he was one of that kind of salm singin" Yankees who was allers lookin" out for sum way tu git a livin" without workin."
It is astonishin" tho" how this n.i.g.g.e.r teachin" fever is goin". It has broke out even here in Washin"ton. Deacon Jenkins" darter, Jerushy Matilda, who c.u.m on with her par, when he was sent for tu make Linkin"s sojer clothes, c.u.m across that feller, an he talked her intu goin" down to Port Royal tu tech n.i.g.g.e.r schules. Now, Jerushy is a smart gal; her mother an my wife were second cuzzins. She kin rite poetry purty good for a gal of her age, for she ain"t more than twenty-two, but she"s got all the n.i.g.g.e.r nonsense in her hed, and I can"t no more drive it out than I kin fly. Somehow Abolishin gits hold of the feelins of the wimmin folks, an it c.u.ms from their not knowin" what the n.i.g.g.e.r realy is; so I telled Jerushy tu go, an ef she didn"t get sick of tryin" to make n.i.g.g.e.rs do an act, and larn, an sifer, an read, like white folks, then I would pay all her expenses, an turn n.i.g.g.e.r misheenery myself.
But she sed I was an old fogy. It appears that solem feller told her that the n.i.g.g.e.rs hed been whipped by their masters every mornin" before breakfast, with a cat-a"-nine-tailes, an that all they had tu eat was corn-stalks and cotton seeds! This tuck hold of Jerushy"s feelins amazinly, an she packed up her best clothes, an went off with him. She promised tu rite me how she got along, an what she thinks of things down there. Ef ther"s eny thing interestin" in the letter, I"ll send it tu you tu print.
Your friend,
MAJER JACK DOWNING.
LETTER IV.
_A Delegation calls Upon the President--The Major Indignant--Mr.
Lincoln Tells a Story--Curious Composition of the Republican Party --Difficulty of Keeping it Together--The President Hopes to do it by "Sloshin About"--Deacon Jenkins Again--He is a Temperance Man, but Takes a Gla.s.s of Old Rye._
WASHINGTON, March 18th, 1862.
_To the Editers of The Cawcashin:_
SURS:--We"ve all ben at sixes and sevens here since I writ you last.
The rebils have knocked all our stratygims into a k.o.c.ked hat. The fact was, we had the plan fixed to catch "em jest as easy as you can kill a rabbit under a ded fall, but they wouldn"t stay to be catched. Linkin ses "they are like to Paddy"s flee, when you git where they are they ain"t ther." It is ginerally believed here that some of the Somnure click who hate Ginneral McClellan so much, ralely informed the inemy of our movements, and that that give "em time to pack up their trumpery and git out of the trap. You see Somnure, Gree_lie_ & Co. are afeerd that McClellen will be the next President, and they are doin all they kin to brake him down. The other day a hull boodle of these Abolishinists come in a boddy to the President to demand "justis to Freemount." I was standin jest back of Linkin up in the office room, when old Moril, of my State, and Luvjoy, and Somnure, and Hale, and Julian, and Ashley, and a hull lot more of the same stripe, c.u.m in.
They sed "they c.u.m as a committy from a c.a.w.kis of the party to _demand_, as an act of justis, that Freemount should be appointed to sum kommand." Wen I heered "em say that they demanded it, I felt my blud bileing away down to my bootes; in fac, it seemed as ef my bootes was full of bileing water. They sed they represented the Republican party, and that the party demanded it, that the peopul demanded it, and that the noosepapers demanded it, and that ef he didn"t do it, they would consider that he intended to forsake his party, and go over to the Dimmycrats. All the wile I felt as ef I"d giv a thousan dollars for one hour of Old Hickery. How he would hev made the fur fly ef any body had undertuk to dictate to him in that way. But Linkin didn"t say nothing until after they got all thro, then he rez up kinder limpsey, and ses he, "Gentlemen, I will considder this ere matter over, and see what I kin do. I reckon I kin kinder fix things out to suit you." Then they went off.
After they were gone Linkin turned to me and ses he, "Majer, what do you think of that?" "Wal," ses I. "Kernel, I tell you jest what I was thinkin while that insultin feller was talkin. I was wishin that Ginneral Jackson was alive and President for about twenty-four hours.
Why, ef that feller had talked to him in that way, he would have seized his hickery and kaned him out of the room." Ses I, "Kernel, you are too good-natured. These pesky pollyticians will driv you to perdishin, and the country, too, ef you ain"t kerful."
"Wal," ses Linkin, "what am I to do? There ain"t no doubt that my party are all aunty-slavery, and a good menny of "em out and out immediate Abolishinists. They are a pullin me like all possessed. They"ve got hold of my feet, my toes, my cote tale, my trowsers, and pullin away as ef they ment to rip every rag of clothin off me, and I don"t feel sure but they"ll pull my legs off my boddy. I am holdin on as hard as I kin, but I feel as ef my hold was slippin. Now, what on arth am I to do?"
"Wal," ses I, "Kernel, there"s nothin like getten a fresh hold wen you feel that you are slippin. So jest spit on your hands, as the sailyers do, and take a new hold."
"Now, Majer," says Linkin, "that reminds me of a story. Some Irishmen were once diggin a well, and by sum means the rope on the windless broke, and the bucket went down to the bottom. How to get it was the questshin. After plannin and thinkin for some time, Paddy O"Brien, who was the boss, he ses to Teddy O"Flanagan, ses he, "I will take hold of the windless with my hands, and Teddy, you take hold of my legs, and let Patrick take hold of Teddy"s legs, and so on, until we can git down to the bucket and rache it up." So they all went at it, but it warnt long before Paddy found that the heft was too grate for him, an he felt that his hold on the windless was slippin. So he sung out tu Teddy, who was below him, ses he, "Teddy, me boy, hould fast there till I spit on me hands," an as he let go tu spit on his hands, down the hull party went tu the bottom of the well. Now," ses Linkin, ses he, "that would be jest the way with me. Ef I let go to spit on me hands, down my hull party will go, and no one will ever see it agin."
"Wal," ses I, "Kernel, ef you do go down in that way you will be _on top_!" "That"s a fact," ses Linkin. "I didn"t think of that, but then, who would want tu be on the top of _such_ a party! You see, ef the party had any timber in it that you could use tu make another out of, there would be sum prospec ahed. But ye see thar aint. The stuff is cross-grained and knotty, and a good deal of it mity rotten. Ef I could split it about half in two, so as tu weld one piece on tu the Demmycratic party, I would do that. But you can"t split it any more than you kin a pepperage log. I know sumthin about splittin, and ef any man could do it I could. No, Majer, ef my party goes tu pieces at all, it will brake up intu a thousand splinters, jest like a chesnut tree wen it is struck by lightnin."
"Wal," ses I, "Kernel, are you goin to give Freemount a kommand?" Wal, ses he, "I "spose I"ll hev tu do sumthin for him. I"ll give him some place where he can"t do any harm; ef I don"t, these fellers will stop the wheels of government, an I can"t run it any longer." Wal, ses I, "Kernal, ef they stop the _wheels_ of the government then I"de run it on the axletrees afore I"de giv in tu these pesky critters. You kinder giv in tu em on your emanc.i.p.ashin proclamashin, and ef yu keep on your gone, and the government is gone tu. You can"t restore the Union in that way enny more than you can build a stone wall out of clam sh.e.l.ls. Besides, you"ll break off your Kentuckee frends.
"Wal, yes, that"s so," ses Linkin, "but don"t you see, Majer, I"ve got to break off with _sumbody_? Ef I do as the Kentuckians want me tu, then I shall break with my party, and ef I don"t, then I shall have to break off with them. Now which shall it be? That"s the question. Now, thar ain"t Dimmycrats enuff in Congress tu be of enny sarvice to me, and the few that are thar are most of em like the last run of shad, very poor and very mean. Thar aint more than three or four that dare say their souls are their own, and I can"t git along with such a party as that. I hope I"ll git thru by sloshin first one way and then tother, without havin a rumpus with enny of em, but ef I don"t, "sufficient to the day is the evil of it," as the Scriptur ses."
I aint had a letter from Jerushy Matilda, the darter of Deacon Jenkins, sense she went off to Port Royil with that solem feller. Her par, Deacon Jenkins, who made Linkin"s sojer clothes, is still here. He is a very pious man, the Deacon is, and he thinks Jerusha is goin to do a heep of good to the n.i.g.g.e.rs in turning mishinary. He thinks the n.i.g.g.e.rs are all brought up as hethens, and never heerd the name of G.o.d. I telled him "I guessed ef they went around much whar the Maine sojers were, that they would here his name pretty often, for they kin outsware any set of men I ever heerd talk." Wen the Deacon heerd how that Manna.s.sah was taken, he c.u.m rite up to the White House and congratulated Linkin on his success. Linkin felt kinder tickled at first about it, but wen I telled him how it warent much of a victory to let a hull army slip thru our fingers, Linkin seemed to think so, too.
But Deacon Jenkins, he sed he could prove it frum Scriptur, and so he got a big Bibil and red the 61st Sam, which is all about Mana.s.sah and Gil-ed and Mo-abe and washpots, and so on. I telled him I could"nt see no simurlarity in it, but he stuck to it that it tiperfied the retreat of the rebils. Linkin red it over two or three times, and sed it red for all the world like one of Seward"s non-committal letters. First he thought it did, and then he thought it didn"t, and finally he giv it up in dispare. I telled "em them they might try to draw conserlashin from the Bibil, but I felt down about the matter, and didn"t know as I could sleep. Linkin sed he felt bad, too, but the Deacon declared he felt first rate. I telled Linkin I must have sum Old Rye afore I could go to bed, and he sed his nerves were very oneasy too. So the feller in bad clothes fetched in the black bottle, and we tuk a good swig. I telled the Deacon that he needn"t take enny, as he felt so good, but he would have sum. The Deacon pretends to be a grate temperance man wen he is hum, but I find he likes a gla.s.s of wisky now and then, espeshily if he thinks the Downingville folks won"t heer of it. I hope I shall heer frum Jerusha by the time I rite to you agin.
Your frend,
MAJER JACK DOWNING.
LETTER V.
_A Blue Time--The Major Wins a Hat of the President--The Richmond Expedition of Gen. McClellan--Mr. Lincoln"s Trick on the Major--A Letter From Jerusha Matilda Jenkins--She Gives Her Experience in Negro Teaching--Priscella Huggins and Elder Sniffles--Cloe, the Negro Girl who "Could not be Good unless she was Licked"--A Negro Meeting--Dancing and Singing--The Unpleasant Odor--Negroes Steal Miss Huggins" Clothes --They Purloin Jerusha"s Petticoat--It is Thought that their Religion is not "Very Deep"--Mr. Lincoln Hears the Letter Read--He Declares that Port Royal is a "Cussed Hole"--Deacon Jenkins Shocked--He Proves it by the Scriptures._
WASHINGTON, April 1st, 1862.
_To the Editers of The Cawcashin_:
SURS:--I"ve ben awfully down in the mouth sence I writ you last. Things don"t move nigh as fast as we all expected they would a spell ago; but I can"t tell you the resin, for it wouldn"t do to rite noose, for the rebils would get it. Linkin has ben feelin amazin bad; one day, wen we both had the dumps, Seward c.u.m in, and ses he, "cheer up; its all goin to be over in thirty days." Linkin ses Seward reminds him of fellers he"s seen out West who had the ager and fever. One day they think they are well, and the next they are shakin agin like all possessed. Wal, Linkin ralely did think that McClellan would be in Richmond by the 1st of April, even McClellan thought so. I telled Linkin he wouldn"t, and bet him a bran new hat on it. So to-day I won it, but will you believe it, Linkin got a bet on me. He"s a dredful cute critter in his way. Ses he to me, kinder funnin me I thought, ses he, "Majer, will you make a bet with me?" Ses I, "Yes, Kernel, I"ve jest won a bet of you, and taint more than fair to let you have a chanst now." "Wal," ses he, "I"ll bet you a hat that I kin sneeze jest wen I"ve a mind to." Ses I, "Kernel, I don"t believe it, and so I"ll bet you. Now," ses I, "let"s see you sneeze." "Wal," ses he, "I aint a _mind_ to now. So," ses he, "hand over that new hat." Ses he, "Majer, you aint quite as smart as you thought you was." Ses I, "Kernel, now jest hold on about the forty-leventh part of a minit. You bet me a _new_ hat, but I only bet you a _hat_, so," ses I, "you kin take the _old one_!" "Wal," ses Linkin, "Majer, you are jest the keenest Yankee I ever heerd tell on.
You allers contrive to git ahed of me after all."
The other day I got a letter from Jerushy Matilda, Deacon Jenkins"
darter, and Linkin was eenamost crazy to see how Chase"s missionaries c.u.m on. So I sot down, Deacon Jenkins was thar too, and read it all to Linkin, and I send it to you to print, jest as I promised. So here it is in full. Jerushy is a proper smart gal, and I guess thar aint menny of her age who can beat her:
BEAUFORT, S.C., March 25, 1862.
DEER UNCLE--I take my pen in hand to fulfil my promise to you. Now, I"m goin to rite you the hull truth about things in this part of the Lord"s vinyard. I shall tell you some grate news, so you must not tell par of it, for ef you do he"ll rite hum about it, and then it will soon be all over Downingville. I jest as live mar would know it as not, but then she"ll tell aunt Betsy Wiggles, and aunt Betsy will go rite over to old Deliverance Grimes, and tell her, and then Deliverance she"ll put on her bonnet and start all over town, and ef Jim Pendergra.s.s gets hold of it he"ll hector me to death, for he"s a rale pro-slavery Dimmycrat, and thinks that our colored brethren and sisters are fit only for slaves. I can"t deny that I"ve been much disencurriged sence I"ve been here. You see we"ve got a very queer set of gals and men here with us. Some of "em are quite old gals, who haint been very lucky in life, and naturally they feel kinder sour towards men in gineral. Some of "em have been schule marms for a good many years, and some have been milliner gals. Two of "em had a rale spat on the boat while we were comin here. The way it happened was this: There is a spruce looking old maid by the name of Priscilla Huggins, from Bosting, who is very gifted in prayer, and she tuk a great notion to Elder Sniffles, a young preacher, who is one of the piesest men I ever see. She is quite an old gal, and there was another gal, a nice looking and quite young gal, from York. Her name was Melissy Buggs.
One day Melissy giv Miss Huggins a terribel slap by tellin her that she guessed she made believe being so pious jest to ketch Elder Sniffles. When Miss Huggins heerd this, she sed something unrespectful of milliner gals. "She didn"t believe," she sed, "that eny of "em had religion, and what"s more than that, they want eny more respectable than they oughter be." When she sed that, Melissy she jumped rite at her with both her hands, and ketched hold of her har, and bless me, if she didn"t pull nigh about all the har off her hed, for it turned out it was false har and not genoine. When Miss Huggins see her har on the floor, she turned as red as a beet, and Melissy said she guessed her hart was jest as false as her har.
This made her redder yet, and jest at this point Elder Sniffles came along. He c.u.m up, and ses he, "My dear sis-ters, this is not the way to walk in the fear of the Lord, and with gordly conversashen edefin one another. I fear that the Lo-rd will not bless your labors with our dear col-ored brethren, who have so long been groanin and cryin to the saints for deliverance from chains and slavery." This sort of rebuked them, but there"s been a constant jingle in our company ever since.
When we arrived here, we were all very much disappented not to find a stage reddy to take us to the hotel, but las me! they aint got any kind of decent livin here. Instead of a hotel, they telled us we must cook our own vitals, and what do you think they giv us? The government promised to board us an lodge us for teachin the poor dear colored people, and takin keer of their souls, an we thought they would do it in decent stile. Instead of that, all we could get was sum salt pork and dry bread, jest the same as they giv to the common sojers. I tell you, didn"t all of us feel hoppin, when the feller in bra.s.s b.u.t.tons told us that was all he had for us. To think of turnin ladies an gentlemen with such stuff was shockin. I tell you, didn"t Elder Sniffles giv him a piece of his mind, an brothers Sleek and Goodenough, and Elder Wattles, and young Deacon Dolittle all jined in, but they couldn"t move the feller a mite. So we took a house, the best one we could find empty, an commenced doing for ourselves.
But I must tell you something about our colored brethren an sisters. The sojers here treat "em very badly, kick and cuff "em, an swear at "em such horribel oaths that it makes the blood run cold. But we have taken "em by the hand and leadin "em by love.
That old gal from Bosting, Priscella Huggins, actually hugged and kissed one old colored lady, until all the others laughed and jumped as if they thought it was very funny. For my part, I took a great notion to a young black gal, wen I first come here. She sed her name was Cloe, but she acted so much like Topsey, in that dear good novel of that dear good woman, Miss Stowe, that I took Topsey for me to teach. First off, I got along very with her. I axed her a good many questions, among others, where she was born. She sed she warn"t born at all, but "was _raised_ over on the Edisto." But jest as soon as I got done talkin to her, she seemed to forget all about it, an would go to dancin an cuttin up Jim Crow capers. In a day or two she got rale sa.s.sy, an I couldn"t do nothin with her.
One day I had to actually drive her out of my room, but it warn"t but a little while before she put her wooly head in again. Then I told her again "how that I had come down there on purpose to elevate her, an to educate her, that she was jest as free as I was, and that she would never have to mind her old mistress agin." Wen I sed that, she bust out a cryin jest like a baby. Ses I, "What is the matter, dear Topsey?" "Oh," ses she, "I can"t nebber hear ole missus talked of, but I bust rite out cryin. Oh! what a good missus she was! boo! boo! boo!" an she kept on cryin as if her heart would break. I thought it was dredful queer that she should be cryin to go back to bondage. But pretty soon it was all over, an she began to dance around the room jest as if she never thought of cryin.
Pretty soon she upset a chair, on which I had laid some things, an I was awfully provoked. I took hold of her, and felt jest like shakin her to pieces, wen I axed her, ses I, "Topsey, why don"t you be good?" "Las me! missus," she replied, "_I can"t be good unless I"m lickt_." I tell you I was discurriged. That night I went to a colored meeting. The colored people are very religious, though their religion don"t seem to be so deep as it ought to be. They danced and sung somethin like the Shaking Quakers, and I can"t say that it was very edefyin. There was nothing spiritual about it, and the smell in the room was very unpleasant. Somehow colored people have a very singular smell, that I never knew of before I come down here, and the brothers and sisters don"t like it at all. I had actually to hold my nose all through meeting in my pocket handkerchief, and yet it was almost more than I could stand. When meeting was over I was mighty glad to get out, I tell you. I don"t know what we will do here all summer, but I expect we shall soon get used to it. The very next day after the meeting, what do you think happened? Why, we all went out to see a plantation, and while we were gone, the colored brethren that we made so much of, and who had pretended to be so pious, stole all the provisions that the government gave us! They were all gone, and what is more, I lost my best dress and a bran new petticoat that aunt Betsey Wiggles gave me just before I started for Washington. But you would have laughed to see old Miss Huggins go on about what she lost. They took all but one pair of stockings, and the best night gown she had. When Melisy Buggs heered of it she jumped rite up, and slapped her hands and cried good. They also took off old Miss Huggins" stuff for cleaning her false teeth, and you never heerd a woman go on so in all your life. I guess if Elder Sniffles had heerd her rave and tare as I did, he would think her piety warn"t very deep. I didn"t keer so much for the loss of my petticoat, but if aunt Betsey finds it out I"ll never heer the last of it, and then if Jim Pendergra.s.s gets hold of it, what shall I do? He is the most awful hectorer that ever lived, and he sets in church at Downingville, rite in front of par"s pew. He"ll grin at me the hull time. But I c.u.m off good, I tell you. The other gals had to divide up with Miss Huggins, or I don"t know what she would have done. As it is, ef much more is stolen from us we will all have to come home and get new wardrobes. All the brothers and sisters have been very much puzzled about this strange affair. The colored people all seem to be so very pious that was not believed for a long time that they could have stolen the things, but it seems they did, for old Miss Huggins was determined to find out, and she went off to some of the cabins, and there she found them tryin to comb their woolly heads with one of her fine teeth combs!
I tell you what it is, uncle Jack, I am afraid I"ve come on a fool"s errand. Some how there aint the right look to things here, and ef we don"t succeed better in the future than we have so far, in educating these colored people, I fear our labor will be lost.
They will talk well enough before your face, but it don"t last. But don"t you let on to the Downingville folks that I"m at all disencouraged. If I come home it will be on the excuse that the climate don"t agree with me. Elder Sniffles says no one must leave for any other reason, for that would bring down odium on the great cause. Elder Sniffles is going to preach hereafter regularly to the colored brethren, and he hopes he will soon teach them how wicked it is to steal. As soon as he teaches them that, then he is going on to other subjects, but that must be taught them at once, for one or two more hauls on us would send us all home with "nothing to wear."